January 2011
18 posts
This song is called 7
(This could be)
The reoccuring dream, even worse than I was hoping.
The flowing flood through the past of all the dialect i’ve missed.
The tempest carrying on through the quiet qualms of my swan song.
The haunting chill in the bones of the harlots who turned my hands to stone. God damn.
This book was read before, by the millions of men who stood on this very floor
An old mess tired,...
I miss the music.
You see, the problem with music these days is integrity. Not many people you come across have much, if any. It’s incredibly disheartening to have to seen the music scene in Michigan dissolve into something that I can barely even say I’m proud to be a part of. I’m sure it’s like this in other areas too, and have come across bands that I’ve wanted to hit in the...
Yup.
alexanderwojcik:
A Social Action Primer -...
